This is a ride report of the trip through the Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Colorado sections of the TAT my father and I rode June 26th through July 4th 2014. The machines: Dad rode the same trusty 1971 CT175 Yamaha Enduro that he did on our first leg of the TAT (for that report check my signature line). He added a 1.5 gallon fuel can, a fork leg mounted LED light, rearranged his luggage setup a bit, and added LED lights to his roll chart holder but otherwise the bike went unchanged. Thankfully, we had GPS this time around so the role chart and holder were not used much. Also, since we had no plans of camping we were able to travel a bit lighter. I had changed bikes since our last run and now I am riding a 1995 DR350SE. I absolutely love the bike and have installed a few items to add to its usefulness on a trip like this. I put on a 6 gallon tank from a Honda XR series bike, round headlight, headlight grill, skid plate, handguards, rear rack, higher bars, front fender support, kick starter, etc. to make the bike what I consider the perfect bike for this trip. Also, having an electric start is a nice addition compared to riding the XR250R I rode on the previous trip. We headed out the door early on June 26th with Bartlesville Oklahoma as our destination and TAT starting point. I saw the family off We snapped a beginning of trip photo And we were on the road. We stopped for an early lunch just outside of Casey IL at Richards Farm Restaurant which is an amazing place that is built inside of an old barn. They have a killer lunch buffet so we loaded up for the long journey to Oklahoma. We made it to Bartlesville that night in time to get a good meal from Outlaws Steakhouse (was TK's last time we were there) and a decent nights sleep before we started the TAT. The next morning we woke up, did our final packing, told the receptionist where we were leaving the vehicle, and were on the road. We headed for the exact spot where we left off, the dreaded water crossing. It was a bit of a tense moment considering we had no idea what to expect. The road could have been much worse than when we left it or not have a drop of water on it. Lucky for us it was the later: <iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/-VlHyG6i7dk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> It's hard to believe that the water was almost up to the top of our seats at this very spot a couple of years before. We rode on happy to have not started off with a tough or possibly impassible water crossing. I was hopeful that this was a good sign of water levels for the rest of the area as well. Riding the rest of the day was as to be expected for the OK section of the TAT, flat and pretty mundane. The weather was perfect for us and even though it was clouding up we didn't get a drop of rain all day. Just about the only thing you see on the trail in this part of the state is oil well pumps. The ground was prime so we were able to keep a good fast pace doing around 50mph on the mix of dirt and gravel. If the roads would have been muddy it would have been a whole other story. We did hit soft spots of dirt every so often that would shake us up a bit but nothing major. And of course there was the wind: <iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/OhwS7yiOIW4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> This was one lonesome and desolate stretch of riding and we had yet to see a place to stop for fuel or food all day. We had wondered how we were going to get the gas out of dads horizontally mounted auxiliary fuel tank so on our first time running out of gas we found out. Running down an old gravel road I knew dad had to be running on fumes. I was keeping an eye out for trash on the side of the road to use to transfer fuel from the auxiliary tank to his main gas tank. Dad crept to a stop and I knew what had happened. I drove back the road a bit where I had spotted an RC Cola two liter bottle a minute before. We cut the top off the bottle to use for a funnel and dad would lean the bike over as I held the RC Cola bottle under the spout to fill with fuel. This was a great system we used the rest of the trip. We saved the RC Cola bottle and it stayed with us the whole time. It is one of those great trip souvenirs that will probably go with us on future trips! We had our refill routine down to NASCAR pit crew speed by the time the trip was over Our first stop and where we were able to get lunch was at a gas station in Newkirk. It was the hub of civilization for the couple of thousand people that lived in the area and had Subway so we were happy to find it. By the time that we made it to Newkirk dad had already ran out of gas a couple of times and ran out of fuel a total of four times on the day. Thankfully between the aux. tank and the fuel in my supertanker we had no worries. The only other issue we had all day besides stopping for refuels was when I had a slide out on a creek crossing. The creek was barely trickling over the concrete pad that went through the path of the crossing and the moss was very thick on top. I didn't have a second to think before I had been pancaked to the ground. Thankfully dad was able to barely get stopped before running over me. I brushed myself off and looked over the bike and we were back on our way. We made it to Alva Oklahoma at about 7pm after 250 trail miles. We checked in to a hotel and got some diner advice from some contract oil workers. They said that the local BBQ place "about five miles out of town" had some really awesome grub. With more wind than we had experienced all day and lighting in the distance we headed toward the Smoke Shak. After riding through threatening conditions on the highway for about twenty minutes we had finally made it to a place that really earned its right to put Shak in its name. It was the longest "five miles" I had ever ridden but it was worth it. We got stuffed on awesome BBQ, sides, and sweet tea and headed back toward the motel with conditions not improved and it now being dark. When we arrived at the hotel the guys that gave us the food advice were outside partying it up and we talked for a bit. We told them thanks for the recommendation but it was just a hair further out of town than five miles! We went to sleep that night knowing that a storm was rolling in and taking off in the morning was going to be questionable. When it rains on the Great Plains it really comes down. When wind is mixed in with the rain it's not something to mess around with especially on small motorcycles. We got packed up the next morning and headed for McDonald's for some breakfast seeing the storm hanging overhead. While eating the rain started coming down in buckets so we decided to wait it out for about an hour. The rain let up a bit and we decided to push onward. After finding out what the dirt was like in OK we knew it would be nearly impossible to ride the trail in the muddy conditions that this rain was bringing on. We decided to stay on Hwy 64, just a two lane paved road, and keep an eye out on the side roads to check on dirt conditions. After riding the boring highway for hours the rain had stopped but the view of the dirt roads told us that we were going to be staying on the slab.